Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
That makes Tess laugh. She’s always doing that, laughing at the dumb things I say.
“It sounds like Drake is really into phone sex.”
“I think he’s into sex in general. He’s way hornier than I am.”
Tess tilts her head. “Is that because you aren’t into casual sex or because you just don’t think about it? ’Cause I know you don’t have a lack of opportunity.”
She’s not wrong. I don’t have a lack of opportunity. “I don’t like casual sex.” I’ve tried it, and I’m not into it.
I can’t do it.
“Neither do I.”
My brows go up. I can’t help it. Was it not casual when the two of us had sex? How could she consider it anything but when we’re not dating, and we’re not in the same state the majority of the time? Up until last weekend, I hadn’t thought about Tess at all. She wasn’t on my radar.
“You don’t count,” she supplies before I can ask. “I’ve had a crush on you since forever.”
“I can confidently say had I not had my head firmly planted up my ass, I probably would have had a crush on you, too.”
“Now you’re just bein’ nice,” Tess demurs.
“I'm not like my brother, but I'm also not in the habit of blowin’ smoke up someone's ass just to make them feel good.”
She grins into the camera—into the phone.
“I think that earns you a little reward, don't you?” Tess lowers the phone again, tilting it so I can check out her body. My eyes follow along, drinking in the sight of her beautiful breasts.
I swallow.
“Like what you see?”
Did she ask me that already, or is my brain completely dead? “Yes.”
My dick goes instantly hard—how could it not?
“I swear your tits are perfect.”
And they are.
Round. Full.
Topped with the most gorgeous, dark areolas. Like two cherries on a sundae, my mouth waters at the memory of licking and sucking them.
My dick grows harder still…
My hand makes its way south, stopping at my boxer shorts as I debate my options: start touching myself and make things weird or not touch myself and suffer having a rock-hard cock.
“Do it,” she says as if reading my mind.
“Do what?”
“Touch yourself.”
“I’ll touch mine if you touch yours,” I challenge, not wanting to jerk off over the phone all by myself.
“Let me get my vibrator.”
“The pink one?”
“No. One that’s not as intense. I don’t want to come so fast…”
CHAPTER 32
TESS
THERE’S NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A GOOD-LOOKING NICE GUY…
Never in my life have I spoken to a guy like this.
So freely, without considering how he’ll take my words first.
Because I know Drew isn’t judging me. It’s not his personality—he’s literally the best.
And the sexiest.
His eyes are hooded as his hand disappears from view, and I visualize it sliding over his stomach, down over his belly button, over his pelvis, and into the waistband of his boxers.
“What color are your shorts?” I ask him.
He moves the camera so I can see: navy blue with a dark blue band.
Tight.
And with a hand down the front.
Oh god…
So sexy…
“You should maybe push them down your hips. Yeah?”
Drew nods. “I should. Good idea.”
I can’t watch him doing it since he hasn’t shown me, but the simple fact that I’m aware of him doing it…
Drool.
“This feels super porny,” I mutter.
“Does it?”
“Ha. In my dreams…”
“Like. What kind of porn?” Drew wonders, voice low and gravelly.
I shrug my bare shoulders. “I don’t know. Probably one where the guy is lying in bed jerking off, and the door opens, and one of his female roommates catches him in the act and joins him.”
He nods. “What else?”
“That female roommate is me. And I’m not usually home, and everyone else is out of the house for a party. I come into the room looking for you because I need help.”
“Help with what?”
“Getting my dress off. You’ve always been so good with your hands…” I softly tell him, enjoying the look on his face as the fantasy plays out in his mind.
“Mm-hmm. You need help with your dress, and I’m on the bed. Am I naked?”
“You just have your boxers on—like you do now. And I don’t know what to do when I walk in because I’m so startled.”
He nods. “Yeah.”
Licks his pouty lips.
“Are you stroking yourself?” I ask him quietly.
“Yes.” He pauses. “Did you get your vibrator?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pressing the button to power it on, moving it down my body. “I’m wearing a beige-colored thong. It looks like I’m naked,” I tell him so he can get a visual. “Do you like me in a thong?”
Drew licks his lips again. “I do.”
Good.
“What do you do when I accidentally walk into the room?”
“I apologize.”
“You do? What are you sorry for?”
He isn’t sure and takes a few seconds to come up with an answer. Clearly, I’m better at porn scenarios than he is.
He backtracks, changing his story.
“When you accidentally walk into the room, I continue stroking my cock and look you dead in the eye to see what you’ll do about it. Just see if you’re embarrassed and if you’ll run away. Or maybe you’ll join me.”